Tuesday, December 27, 2011

I'm back

Haha it's funny, I haven't blogged for such a long time and suddenly I feel compelled to blog after witnessing an extremely interesting occurance in my platoon.

Oops. Did I mention that I enlisted? Haha.

Every single day, we live life in a gigantic medium for this grand social experiment, most of us unknowing actors pulled onto the stage and masked from their invisible audience. Having been in an environment filled with people who are supposedly the most driven and elite ones of this organisation (my comments on this, I reserve), I literally see people from all walks of life interacting and with this interaction, we the research subjects come up with amazing observations that triggers powerful learning to those keeping an active eye on us, namely us.

Having reached the final 3 weeks of this arduous OCS journey, I still cannot say that I know every, if any, of my 31 platoon mates like the back of my hand. Great minds concoct marvelous ideas, but jealously guard their contents too for many reasons, some perfectly justifiable, some just plain stupid, and some, for no apparent reason at all apart from perhaps a sweeping mistrust in all things alive. I mean, even now when peer review doesn't matter, we still have keyboard warriors taking potshots at everyone in the platoon maybe to make themselves appear a little better in comparison.

But I digress. This post was supposed to be about this script-worthy character in my platoon. Let's just call him John. Since the past few months, John has always introduced himself as a person who was from this rather decent JC, scoring quite decent grades and having rather cool friends. Naturally nobody had any issues with this funny fellow, and apart from getting into a few misdemeanors, he was pretty much just another one of the guys.

Recently though, (in fact today), this person's buddy, A and another guy, B discovered that John wasn't whoever he claimed to be. He was, in fact, from a much less decent JC, if it even counts as a JC, and his grades weren't as spectacular as he claims they are either. This, however, isn't my nuance that got my thoughts provoked. What I find interesting was his buddy (A) and the other guy (B)'s reaction to their discovery.

Why is he living in his own world?
What if he isn't rich as he claims to be?
What sort of person is he, really, if he's lying about his identity?
Why must he lie?

The list goes on.

(Will blog again tmr filling in my take on this) Haha

Sunday, September 06, 2009

MUG

A student came into a professor's office after school clutching an examination script full of red ink. She closes the door and kneels down pleadingly. 'I would do anything to pass this exam.' She leans closer, flips back her hair and gazes meaningfully into his eyes. 'And I mean, I would do anything' she whispers.
He meets her gaze, 'Anything?'
'Anything..'
His voice turns into a whisper.
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'Would you... study?'

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

You know it's time

You know it's time to clean up your room when your mum keeps screaming at you to tidy up:

































































You know it's REALLY time to clean up your room when you stumble upon:








































































































































































































Which makes me wonder why cockroaches die on their backs. So I googled it out.




Cockroaches (and most other insects) are top heavy since they have bulky bodies and thin, long legs. When they die, their leg muscles contract, pulling them beneath the body causing it to tip over. It is possible for the dead animal to remain on its side, but usually with death comes involuntary twitching of the muscles causing the occurrence of ending up on its back more likely. Also if the roach dies while on a wall, it will fall and most likely end up on its back as well.



One day I'll clean up my room.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Big Balls

A tourist is in Spain, and goes to a fancy restaurant for dinner. As he looks around, he notices a diner being served a beautifully garnished dish with two gigantic meatballs in the middle. When the waiter asks him for his order, the man asks him about the meatball dish. The waiter explains that the meatballs are bull's testicles, and when the bull loses the bullfight, the bull is brought to the restaurant, and this beautiful dish is made. The diner tells the waiter that he wants the bulls testicles for dinner, but the waiter tells him that only one bull a day is brought to the restaurant, but he can have it tommorrow. The diner agrees. The next day the diner goes to the restaurant, and orders the testicle dish. When his food is brought out, he notices that the meatballs are extremely small. He mentions this to the waiter, and the waiter replies, ''Well sir you have to understand, sometimes the bull wins''.

Believe, have faith, and trust.

Even among the darkest clouds, the sun will shine through and things just look more beautiful again.
I will always keep that in mind. Wouldn't you?

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Magical moments

It was a day just like any other day, though admittedly the sun was beating down on me harder than usual. I was sitting at the bus stop as always, head occupied with numerous thoughts while waiting for the bus to arrive. Little did I know how my life would be changed shortly after.

He came.

It was one of those crazy things that you never gave a thought about, never anticipated any similar experiences and never knew could happen to you. But in life, things don't just happen the way you anticipate them to be. No. Things jump out at you even before you have time to gasp in amazement.

It was his messy hair that first caught my attention. Not only that, the fact that he was riding on a broomstick didn't sink in until after a few seconds. He whizzed past me exactly like J.K Rowling described in her book, and it was utterly amazing how Rowling did not exaggerate any bit of the speed and ease he maneuvered his broom. As his mode of transport zoomed past me, I caught a glimpse of a shiny tag. It read 'Firebolt'. I hurriedly pulled out my phone to take a snapshot before he whooshed away to infinity and beyond.

I met Harry Potter today.



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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Central Problem of Scarcity

The study of Economics is just like talking to someone you like.

Whenever and wherever you, or any person for that matter, talk to a person that you like, there's always a central problem that he or she isn't free to talk to you. We call this the central problem of scarcity. The problems stems from the fact that you want to keep talking to this individual for an unlimited period of time, but this person has limited time to reply you and start a decent conversation. When faced with scarcity of time, every second the conversing party spends has an opportunity cost, which means that for every second spent talking to you, this individual has less time to do other things (such as doing homework, playing ball, doing filing etc.) As such, this can be known as having unlimited wants to converse, but limited time for conversation.

Before we can cover this issue of scarcity, we must first ask ourselves what constitutes an intelligible conversation. I believe that before we start a conversation with whichever individual, we must first ask ourselves four fundamental questions.

What to talk about? (and conversely, what not to talk about)
How to talk? (SMS? MSN? Phone?)
How much to talk? (Ah, this has implications and it is known commonly as the law of diminishing marginal conversation. Another day on this.)
For whom to talk about? (Talk about yourself? Or about this individual?)

Aside from aiming to find answers to these questions, we must also aim to achieve three main criterias. These are known as:

- Equity
- Productive conversationing (the conversation covers as much content in as little time as possible)
- Allocative conversationing (limited time of the person you like talking to is allocated to you according to his/her wishes)
Taking these factors into consideration, we can now begin a conversation intelligibly (or non-intelligibly for some). The aspiring conversationalist would now have to make conversation choices based on these four fundamental linguistic guidelines. Conversationalists throughout history have tried out many different methods of communicating with the people they like, with every method subsequently leading to different outcomes. However, for the purpose of discussion, we shall only focus on two main kinds of conversationalists.

The first kind of conversationalist is known as the centrally-backed conversationalist (or bloody tyrant). This type of conversationalist makes all the choices of what to talk about, how to talk, how much to talk, and for whom to talk about. Typically, conversationalists of this sort dictates every one of these criterias and controls the direction of the whole conversation. Lecturers of my school, for example, obviously love talking to us, especially to me. As such they tyranically, despotically and wickedly squeezed themselves into my timetable hoping to converse intelligibly with me. These lecturers decide to talk about nefarious topics like Physics, Chemistry, Maths and Econs by the means of a propped-up microphone from behind a frilly desk. They talk generally about themselves and the topics they love with no regard of whether the people they like, in this case me, are falling asleep and go on mercilessly for a whole damn hour. Undoubtedly, conversationalists of this kind are able to achieve equity (everyone they're talking to falls asleep, no one is listening) but this mode of conversationalist is not recommended as it leads to the people you like talking to ditching you and pursuing other potential opportunity costs instead (such as going library to sleep or bringing laptop to play nerd games like FF8).

The other kind of conversationalist is the free conversation conversationalist. This friendly way of conversing is the most widely method of conversing. Free conversation conversationalists let both the conversationalist and the conversed to freely decide what to talk about, how to talk, how much to talk and for whom to talk about. This way of conversing is guided by the invisible hand theory. During the course of conversation, two possible conditions ensue. The first - the conversationalist or the conversed talk much more than the other party. In this case, the conversation is lopsided and the invisible hand is unhappy.


By the invisible hand theory, the invisible hand will become visible and show an indication of displeasure:


















The other possible scenario that can take place is when the conversationalist and the conversed alike have equal opportuinities at talking and talk freely about anything under the sun. In this scenario, by the invisible hand theory, the invisible hand will become visible again and show a different indication this time of its approval and the conversation clears:
























The conversation is said to have reached equilibrium.

However, the downside to this mode of conversing is that we assume both parties to be perfectly conversationable and that there is no conversation failures (more on this another day). In the even where the above criterions are not satisfied, there would be severe repurcussions (apart from the fiery invisible hand sign's wrath) and intervention by a third party would be required.

No matter what approaches we undertake as aspiring conversationalists, we must always consider the fact that the conversed has scarcity of time. With this in mind, we must aim to satisfy all three forms of equity, productive and allocative conversationing.

Ah dammit I must have been really bored.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Nip procrastination in the bud...later.

Deviated from my sacred task of EoM again. =D I'm so familiar with hard work; I've fought it for years! Haha.

Anyway some cool pictures I found... again:






























































































Hah I wish I can just pocket the sun like that and stash it somewhere. That way, on gloomy rainy days like today I can just take it out and brighten up the day for everyone (so we wouldn't need to all squeeze in one pathetically small ISH) hahaha.
Gloomy Mondays are really good for sleeping huh. Mondays are one hell of a way to spend 1/7 of my life.